Happy Birthday Mom!

Today would have been my mother’s 75th birthday. Instead of celebrating the milestone with her, we’re mourning the ten weeks since her passing.

The entire situation is infuriating because all this could have been avoided. The Chinese Wuhan Virus restrictions kept my mother isolated in her nursing home room, unable to have interactions with other people. She was lonely, wasn’t eating, and lost thirty pounds. For that, I blame despicable New Jersey governor Phil Murphy.

Don’t even get me started on mom’s broken hip, which no one at the home has explained to us. There are a lot of people who should be shouldering the blame for my mother’s passing, and I’d like to think they would receive judgment in the next life; starting with the Chinese, who I am convinced released this virus to cripple the world’s economies.

Of course, none of this will bring my mother back, and I have to live with the memories of twelve-hour shifts in her hospice room, essentially waiting for her to die.

My mother was a good person. She shouldn’t have had to deal with all this trauma, and she shouldn’t have had to pass away without her family by her side. I miss her every moment of every day.

I know you’re in a better place now, mom. Hopefully you are enjoying your birthday.